Build A Secret Council From Wudang Abandoned Disciples

Chapter 101 I am the Sword Immortal of Wine, I am the Imperial Master of Dayu, and I am the boy holding the sword! Little Situ finally remembers you! (1)

While Situ Zhong was speaking.

A little mist appeared in his eyes.

If an outsider sees that Jiu Jianxian, who has the appearance of a fairy god, will also show such a posture, he will be scared to death.

After Situ Zhong's words fell.

Inside the hut, it was quiet, without any movement.

After a long time has passed.

Just now, there was an ethereal voice from the vicissitudes of life, floating out from the hut again.

"Little Situ, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed!"

"I have personally watched you grow up little by little from a child of six or seven years old, and watched you run across the world with your sword, killing evil spirits."

"Now, all the ghosts and horrors on this ancient land have been swept away, and the world has returned to peace.

"You, like the rest of the councilors, seal yourself and seal everything in the past!"

"As for when you and I can meet again, there is a definite date in the dark."

"Maybe a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, or maybe there will be no day to see you again!"

The voice lingers in this world for a long time.

And after these voices came out.

The thatched hut in front of him also quickly turned into a wisp of gray mist and disappeared out of thin air.

It was as if this hut had never existed.

"Is there a definite number in the dark?"

"President of the council, I, Situ Zhong, will just wait for this definite number, no matter how many years!"

"It's just that when we meet again, I don't know if I can still remember you, old man!"

Situ Zhong sighed.

In this barren mountains, after kneeling for a long time.

Situ Zhong just stood up.

He took a gulp of his drink.

Taking one last look at the land, Yujian left!

In reality.

The seat of the sect of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Here, there are still ruins, and I don't know how long it has been abandoned.

On the edge of a steep cliff in the back mountain of Shushan Sword Sect.

There is a sword mound full of rusty long swords.

And in the most central position of the sword mound.

Situ Zhong's originally closed eyes suddenly opened.

Buzz.....

In the depths of his eyes, he vaguely saw thousands of sword shadows flickering back.

Along with Situ Zhong's eyes opened.

In the surrounding void, the sounds of sword cries that seem to exist or not, linger endlessly.

"I am Situ Zhong. I am the head and only disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect in this Dharma-ending era."

"But I was one of the Council of Mysteries before the ancient days."

"When I was young, I followed the chairman of the council and practiced the inheritance of supreme swordsmanship, physical skills, body skills, etc.

"During the three hundred years of following the chairman of the council, I walked the world with my sword and killed countless evil spirits.

"I'm the wine sword fairy who frightens thousands of ghosts..."

"I am the sword-wielding boy serving in front of the hut..."

"I am the national teacher of the Dayu Dynasty..."

Situ Zhong murmured.

His whole body couldn't help shaking, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became.

finally.

Situ Zhong seemed to have thought of something.

He raised his head suddenly, as if he was looking for something.

When his eyes fell on the high-backed chair formed by countless gray fogs in the void not far in front of him.

Especially when he saw the stalwart figure sitting on the high back chair.

In Situ Zhong's eyes, mist filled the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down on the ground directly.

With a broken sword in his palm, he said hoarsely and frantically:

"His Royal Highness the Speaker of the Council..."

"Little Situ... finally remembered you!"

The figure of Wei An sitting on the high-backed chair, in his eyes, there are two golden lamps that never go out.

He looked at Situ Zhong who was kneeling on the ground below.

For a long time without any words.

After a long time has passed.

"Hey....……"

Wei'an's figure let out a long sigh.

Immediately, the vicissitudes of life and the majestic voice came out:

"Time can really erase and bury a lot of things.

"Little Situ, even you almost forgot about me..."

"I don't know if the rest of the members still remember the secret council..."

"Do you still remember the purpose and mission assigned to them by the Council of Secrets!"

Situ Zhong heard the words.

His body trembled more and more.

His entire head was almost lowered to the ground.

There was a look of annoyance and shame on his face.

He had followed the chairman of the council for three hundred years.

Although it is said that among all the members of the secret parliament.

The time he spent with the chairman of the council was not considered the longest.

But his gratitude and admiration for the chairman of the council is undoubtedly the most firm and strong.

after all.

When he was still young, only six or seven years old, when he was ignorant.

The Shushan Sword Sect where he belonged was wiped out by demons.

All the seniors and elders died in Li Gui and Wei Yizizheng.

At that time, he was lonely and helpless, at the most hesitant time.

It was the chairman of the council who gave him hope and direction.

In the next three hundred years, he was also the chairman of the council, and personally taught him to practice swordsmanship, physical skills and body skills.

So at the end...

When all the ghosts were wiped out, all members of the secret council were about to separate and seal themselves.

Situ Zhong didn't leave for a long time.

Because he was reluctant to leave the chairman of the council and wanted to follow the chairman of the council forever.

can now.

At 033 hours when the president of the council returns to this world.

However, he failed to remember the chairman of the council in the first place.

Situ Zhong just knelt quietly on the ground.

He didn't speak, because he was ashamed to the extreme.

He felt that he had no right to justify anything.

"Little Situ, I think you also know why I came back to this world."

"Terror is revived, evil is coming to the world again, and ghosts will appear one by one in the years to come.

"So, it's time for the secret council to appear in front of people again."

"Before you, many congressmen have already awakened!"

"The war will start again, you and the councilors must wipe out these evil spirits and control the order of the world!"

"I still have to guard the foggy world for the time being. If there is something important, you know how to contact me..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

The mist that originally stretched across the void in front of him also slowly dissipated.

With the receding of the fog.

The high-backed chair, as well as the tall figure sitting on the high-backed chair, gradually became blurred.

Soon, before the eyes will return to the previous Qingming!

"Eliminate evil spirits and control order!

"Eliminate evil spirits, control..."

It's just, between heaven and earth.

The vicissitudes of life and majestic voices lingered back and forth for a long time.

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